Morning birds
zig and zag
I am
Complete!
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Morning birds
zig and zag
I am
Complete!
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In reflection
tiny lights
we are
connected energies
Poet:Krissy all rights reserved 2015
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- Love is my feel-good tea.
- My Sunday Morning Hey-Ya,
- My shake and bake,
- Love is the things I can not see.
- Love is my power, no man can control
- Love is letting go.
- Love is effortless.
- Love is how the trees are made.
- Love is my whirlwind
- Love is leaping through the universe.
“God is Love”
invited to Love in ten Sentences posted by: themissiontomars
Sending it forward I invite these Artist to share what Love is In ten Sentences
Post on your site and share the link with us.. Peace and Love
keep it going…
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NAMES
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LIGHTS
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Yes
I thought I’d brought home heaven.
I was mistaken
She
is
my
happy,
my sugarside my
good toes,
my
right cheek,
my
fairytale,
my my but she ain’t me…
Street name
…
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Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.
Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…
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Naw,naw naw.
Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.
Shadow-calling God in Make believe.
Somewhere past the moon squares.
Where men are made of snow.
Fiery rains a comin,
Ya can’t fix stupid, everywhere you go.
Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor
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Her name was Queenie
I watched her,
swallow down her babies,
then I thought
A mother who consumes her young
Watch out,
Life is Crazy…
true story when I was a kid, My dog must have been sick or maybe the puppies…
Poetry challenge to write about an animal
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Skipping light,gotta find time to be,
Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.
If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.
Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.
Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge
To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)
Happy writing….
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Mystical Well
side bones,
Brought me here,
like jazz and blues
I dig in high waters…
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Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.
I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,
Beneath basements and baseboards.
Look what we’ve become!
Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.
Please.
I’m not asking.Still my space..
Krissy Mosley Ministries 